At the end of May, gardenia flowers are blooming, and the heart of May stops in the fragrance of flowers. She stood at the port of June, looking back at the dribs and drabs of May, her heart seemed to be very heavy, an unprecedented pressure hit her shoulder, just a little bit, she has
I suddenly felt that all the previous things had passed, and all the things that couldn’t pass passed unconsciously. The things we did, the words we said, the tears we shed and the poems we wrote in those years were slowly annihilated in less than 700 days. So far, it has disappeared without a trace.